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The sunshine felt like soft velvet on my skin. I loved that old fishing hole. It was a favorite spot every summer. Sometimes I just lay in the sunshine looking at the clouds. Today, there were plenty of them skittering across the sky like a frightened flock of birds. A few clouds stayed longer, took shape and amused me as I lay there letting my imagination soar. I saw the face of a man with a beard turn into the shape of a puppy dog with long ears. Always changing, the fluffy white clouds could turn into anything I wanted them to be. I heard my Dad beside me, he had missed the bite of a catfish that had been playing with his line. I could hear the whirring of the line as he reeled in the bait to cast again. My line had been lying lifelessly on top of the water just showing a slight ripple where the line entered it. I was just glad I didn't have a nibble, that way I could just lie there listening to the sounds of the river. The water slowly slapping the sand bar, the crickets chirping and the deep horn-like sounds of the bullfrogs singing. I could just hear my brother and sisters back at camp, their soft murmurings barely heard and blending with the other river sounds. Plop! That was the sound of Dad's bait as it hit the water. Kerplunk, was the sort of hollow sound it made as it sand under the surface. I could imagine the bait slowly sinking underneath the water. Gliding down beside the brush and under the overhanging bank, further and further until it finally rested on the muddy bottom. I could almost see the catfish, whiskers twitching like a cat, gills opening so he could take in the oxygen and getting a taste of the bait. Suddenly it was as if the water had taken on life of it's own. My Dad yelled, "I got one!", and I was on my feet in a flash. The muddy water boiled like my mother's oatmeal on top of the stove. My Dad's fishing pole was bent almost double. "I got a big one, Rat." My dad always called me Rat. "You're going to have to help me get him in." Now this was exciting and worth giving up the lazy, sluggish feeling that had been stealing over me all afternoon. As I watched, I saw the dark reddish brown mud come to the surface from the bottom of the river. I could feel the awesome power of the old catfish as I stood there beside my Dad with the net in my hand. I felt as if I had just run the 100 yard dash. "Don't lose him Dad." Boy, look at that water boil. Dad was right, it must be the 'Big Daddy' of them all. I saw the old cat's head come out of the water. It had to be as wide as my basketball net. As the old cat's head dove for the bottom, his tail broke the water, whipping back and forth trying to swim away from the man, who with all his might, was trying to bring him in. That was the biggest catfish I had ever seen. By the time Dad landed him, both of them were exhausted. Dad's face was as red as a beet, he was breathing hard, and his arms were limp like spaghetti, but he had the biggest grin I had seen there since my brother was born. We had the whole family down at the fishing hole before it was over. Back to laying on the sandy river bank, looking at the clouds, listening to the chirping, ribitting, and the now excited voices of my brother and sisters. This was the best. My line was still in the water, still lying limp, moving only because the current had caught at it like a child who couldn't quite reach what it wanted. The smell of catfish frying over an open fire, tantalizing tastebuds, mixing with the other smells of the river. Yes, this was the best. I don't think I'll tell my Dad I didn't bait my hook. It's just nice to be here.
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